The job comes with three perks: an NSA-proof new identity, the highest database access privileges a civilian other than the President can have, and an automatic fifty million dollar contract on your head.
That's an inside joke: there are no assassination attempts until they see how you work. Maybe they'll offer more than fifty for your death. Maybe they'll find it easier to buy you off. Nobody but the best gets the job, so there are really no other outcomes.
Long-lived forensic accountants of the SEC's Decabillionaire Division tend to be shunned by their coworkers. Not that there are many of them.